Enter Hippolito and Bellafront.
And here’s another vessel, better fraught,
But as ill-manned her sinking will be wrought,
If rescue come not: like a man of war
I’ll therefore bravely out; somewhat I’ll do,
And either save them both, or perish too. [Exit.
Hip. ’Tis my fate to be bewitched by those eyes.
Bell. Fate? your folly.
Why should my face thus mad you? ’Las, those colours
Are wound up long ago, which beauty spread;
The flowers that once grew here, are witherèd.
You turned my black soul white, made it look new,
And should I sin, it ne’er should be with you.
Hip. Your hand, I’ll offer you fair play: When first
We met i’th ’lists together, you remember
You were a common rebel; with one parley
I won you to come in.
Bell. You did.
Hip. I’ll try
If now I can beat down this chastity
With the same ordnance; will you yield this fort,
If the power of argument now, as then,
I get of you the conquest: as before
I turned you honest, now to turn you whore,
By force of strong persuasion?
Bell. If you can,
I yield.
Hip. The alarum’s struck up; I’m your man.
Bell. A woman gives defiance.